Welcome to Far Harbor
Far Harbor is a 18+ RPG that features loose stats, perks (and the ability to gain more) and a profile application. Don't worry if your knowledge of Fallout isn't extensive! Our docs cover the most important points and we'll be happy to answer any questions you might have about the world.

On Far Harbor, we like to focus on the oddness of a post-apocalyptic future where technology is as diverse as having synthetic life and guns made of wood pailings. Ghouls, super mutants, humans and synths all have a place in The Island. If you're looking for a place to explore a world blasted by radiation

. . . welcome home
Feburary 2277
Super mutants have been discovered on The Island after a disasterous expedition to find somewhere for the ghouls to establish an indepedent settlement. Meanwhile, Far Harbor was attacked by anglers, injuring many and placing additional strain upon the town's only physician.
  September 8 2017
I have installed the new "Pipboy" theme! It introduces the ability to display what items your character commonly carries (change this in the UserCP). If you run into issues, be sure to PM Kit the Human.

We've also switched to profile applications! Pending Users can now edit all of their details. You can find out about the process here.

  September 4 2017
We've relaxed out content rules! We're now rated, anything goes.
  August 21 2017
Adventure Time! Share a screenshot or a clip from your Fallout adventures to claim a perception point for a character of choice. Participate here!
  July 31 2017
HTML has been enabled for the development, wanted ads and plotters forums. Instructions are here. In other news....super mutants have been discovered on the Island. It is the first time they have been spotted. Super mutants are now a playable race!

Thread Contributor: Zack MalloyAnglers
The sound of the bell ringing bounced off of the skeletons and bodies of buildings. Many of them had old signs that had been beaten by many radstorms and the perpetually wet air. Zack was hovering near the Hull made of sheet metal and a motley of old and new wood. Painted buoys hung by his head and flies buzzed near a bucket of fishbones. It's purpose unknown.

"-still have two kittens to rehome. They're great friends so I'd love to see them go together." Zack stopped talking and with the person he was talking to, clambered up the wall and upholstered his rifle as he did so. The fog was blue that day and the Fog Condensers glowed a sharp blue that he could not look at.

Zack braced the rifle against himself and peered down the scope. Someone from outside the Hull came running towards them, his form coalescing slowly in the Fog. It made his heart shudder. The anglers chased the outside down.

Zack fired his first shot, the bullet slamming into an angler that fell backwards, screeched and charged the wall. The air was alive with the screaming of bullets.
That bell always sent his heart straight up into his throat. Of course, he thought first of Zack, and he'd stopped feeling guilty about it in time. They had a bald cat named Chuck - Connor caught her and stuck her in the house.

He probably should have put himself in the house, too, but he grabbed his pistol and jogged toward the Hull. He couldn't hide out with Zack up on that wall.
Under attack, Zack was a still and patient creature, but his eyes darted about like a bloatfly. He was not particularly agile, every shot he made had to count.

So Zack made it count.

Zack shot again and heard steps on the stairs behind him. He glanced back.

"Anglers." He spoke swiftly and quelled the fear in his heart. "Stay back and shoot those who come over." Zack with his long barrelled rifle was not so useful in short range.

He looked out over the wall and shot again.
Connor shouldn't have been going to the wall. Zack would be worried, mad, both probably. He had to be there.

A lantern angler ambled along behind the group, its light bobbing ominously though the fog. It moved along more slowly, the others before it dragging their knuckles against the ruined asphalt and flinging themselves against the Hull.
Zack's focus was on the back line. His gun shots shredded the air along with all the other bullets. The slow moving angler did not attract attention. It's movements did not threaten on a primal level and so it did not draw their attention.

It started to climb.
Another one hung back, arching to suck up a great gulp of air. It spat fire, a gout that licked at a heap of wet, rotting wood.

The one climbing was slow at its work, and others fell to bullets.

Someone screamed, looking down into the mouth of the climber.
The wood singed but did not take. Immediately. Threads of smoke oozed from the wood and hinted at a fire that might roar after it had eaten the insides of the wood. A gout of flame erupted from the climbing angler and the air filled with a smell that woke hungry bellies. Cooking meat. It's victim screamed and tumbled backwards as flames caught onto their clothes and flesh and ate.

Zack ignored it as best he could. A line of sweat ran down his cheek and his palms were damp. Nevertheless, the last rushing angler was shot. The rest were too close for his rifle. Zack pushed himself against the wall and quickly unscrewed the barrel. He pocketed it and was left with a makeshift rifle. He stood and opened fire on the nearest angler.
Connor appeared on the hull - climbed up in the chaos - and spread his arms wide. He had a blanket, tackling the poor burn victim to the ground to put out the flames.

An angler fell to Zack, another climbed up in its place.
The loss of Connor was felt.

Ally, Logan's daughter, struggled against Connor's hold. The place Connor had left was now undefended and Zack became aware too late. An angler scratched at Zack but his armour prevented the sharp claws from catching his skin. Zack spun and drove the butt of his rifle into the angler's side. The muscle shells crunched under the rifle.

He did not call for Connor.

The angler stumbled away snarling, Zack shot it through the head and then started moving towards Connor and Ally. He shot at anglers and someone else grabbed the bell and rang it again, calling more people to the Hull.
He let her up once the flames died away, up on a knee and with his heart in his throat as Zack smacked an angler back down over the side of the Hull. Right, nothing he could do about it now.

Connor was up again and nearly hauled over the side, twisting in agony as one got its claws into his shoulder and yanked him sharply forward. He tried to - and maybe did - shoot it in the neck, a pistol small and maneuverable.

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